What I Want You to Know
Is that in spite of my stubbornness, I am good and kind.
That I am worthy of your love.
That the reason I acted out is because I adored you and wanted your attention.
That even as a mother of four, I still need my mommy.
That I don’t want to fight.
That no one can hurt me like you can because I care about what you think the most.
That you built me to be strong in the face of adversity.
And here I am.
Take me as I am.
Love me as I am.
I am yours.
“Unable are the loved to die.
For love is immortality.”
-Emily Dickinson
Looking around, questioning the validity of everything I sense. What it must feel to walk on the moon. Like I’m floating out of this world. Not really here, but watching from the outside in. This is how it feels to live after loss.
And the more I realize I’m actually here, and she’s not, the more painful the reality becomes. Words like unfair. Too soon. And Why plague my mind.
The phrase “Be Kind for everyone is fighting a hard battle.” takes on a new meaning.
Suddenly, that asshole on the road is just another poor bastard doing the best he can.
And my child’s fit, is just that: a fit that will pass.
Love and Loss like spaghetti and meatballs, peanut butter and jelly- one not without the other.
And for a time, Kelly and Lauren. Best friends forever.
Rest In Peace my sweet friend. You are loved.
The Times.
They’re hard.
So count ’em twice.
Those blessings.
Count ’em all.
And count ’em twice.
Count them all.
And count them twice.
